Lyrics

Where she counts her tips and gets a cigarette.
Where he finds the cans and bottles the night left.
Ah, there will always be despair; there’ll always be a doubt
But in the alleys and in love there is the truth.

Where he stops to bum a smoke and then a light.
Where she finds the time to hope her kid’s all right.
And there will always be a sadness; life will leave a bruise
But in the alleys and in love there is the truth.

Tomorrow’s sun will light the sky
Under which this world will lie again to you,
But in the alleys and in love, in the alleys and in love,
In the alleys and in love there is the truth.

And where the secret and the sacred still collide.
Where all stumbling and grace and trust abide.
Ah, there will always be facades down all our avenues
But in the alleys and in love there is the truth.
Yes, in the alleys and in love, in the alleys and in love,
In the alleys and in love there is the truth.

In the alleys and in love there is the truth.